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There’s too much ininininini in that word I don’t know where to stop 😂

The irony of being denied the kind of femininity I want by the kind of femininity I have

I’m cis-passing afab and I don’t really do much about that other than having short hair, so unfortunately for me, if I tried to do femboy I would just end up looking More Girl instead of Pretty Boy and it just doesn’t hit right 😔

I am having a very “wish I was a femboy” evening

Me: reading fic
The tv downstairs: *the most mournful fiddle tune possible*

That’s TOO MANY EMOTIONS 😂😂😂

YEEEE

WHAT A MOOD. The thing I really wanted needed a PhD in medieval studies and like. Try getting ANY JOB with a degree in medieval studies once you’re deep in debt from getting a PhD

Look I know smoke detectors are extremely important but good grief the sound of them is agony like pls why must you hurt me we’re just makin food

Oh I am also joking around and very grateful to have a job that also lets me write

“career path” well I mean I have a job so 🤷 as I refuse to ever climb the corporate ladder. My path is a cul de sac

I worked various odd jobs out of school while trying to get into publishing. I did not get into publishing. I got my current job, then covid hit, and my health fell apart, and so I will continue doing my current job as long as possible because they’re very flexible with my needs lol

It only took us THREE MONTHS good grief 😂

I was joking with a friend the other day that almost every single bad thing that happens in Middle-Earth, up to and including the events of LOTR, can be traced by to Fëanor. Forget Morgoth, he’s the REAL villain 🤣

God everything that happens really is Fëanor’s fault huh

The thing about writing a vaguely Silmarillion inspired book is that you very quickly realize how extremely vital the actual Silmarils are to almost every aspect of the plot and politics… when you remove them from the story. Like what’s everyone’s motivation supposed to be now???

My photo shows a three quarter profile of an ancient Egyptian figurine of a leaping dog facing left. Carved from ivory, now a warm caramel brown colour with glossy surface. The dogs eyes are outlined in black, the ears are floppy, the mouth is slightly ajar (the inside of the mouth is painted red - not sen in my photo). The front and back legs are outstretched as if running at full speed. A lever under the dog’s chest opens and closes the mouth so that the dog looks as if it’s barking. Dimensions: L 18.2 cm × H 6.1 cm × W 3.6 cm. Dated to Late Dynasty I8, I400-I350 BC, reign of Amenhotep III who was Tutankhamun’s grandfather. The dog is mounted on a thin metal rod in a display case. In the background in the same display case is a ‘galloping’ brown horse, which is the handle of an ancient Egyptian fly whisk or light whip.

A very good boy! 🐾🐕😍

An amazing c. 3,400 year-old ancient Egyptian dog carved from ivory. This leaping dog opens and closes its mouth as if barking by using a lever below its chest.

The Met 📷 by me

#Archaeology

Milo is like “you’re back!” And Archie is like “you didn’t take me with you!!” (He is very interested in Outside. Milo is not lol)

It’s so nice of Milo to open the door I closed just to keep an eye on me XD

“you go out the door? you go out the door and leave us behind? jail for one thousand years!”

All this to say: writing fanfiction is about a PROCESS, not a product, and that process is inherently analytical, interpretative, and transformative.

We engage in that process not to produce an end product, but because the process itself, and sharing in it with our communities, brings us joy.

I just hate being patronized y’know?

Talking to @pigeon-grip.bsky.social about daemon aus and I simply love considering what daemons a character would have. Faramir has a magpie. Boromir has a BIG DOG. Denethor has a raven. Faramir’s magpie is just similar enough (corvid) and just “lesser” enough (aka not a cool raven) to be a Thing

Could I please have a weekend where my body doesn’t feel like trash. Please. I just want to enjoy things

Honestly no matter how easy I take it at work, I feel like the weekend hits and my body just crumples. Whyyy

Lotr daemon au. I am. Thinking about it

I thought about that but she doesn’t really have a reason to lie to me and I already know my dad isn’t like… super into the idea. I just thought he’d come around to it and I guess he hasn’t 🤷 idk maybe she misunderstood

Ladies and gentlemen... the weekend. (also: you are important and are not alone 🧡)

Today my mom said my dad is only humoring me about believing when I say both he and I are ND, and while I knew he wasn’t sold on the concept for himself, I’m honestly more hurt that he’s been actively “humoring me” than if he just straight up said he didn’t buy it idk man just be honest with me

An orange cat and a grey kitten sitting inside a glass fronted door, the orange cat looking out with his tail in the air and the grey kitten looking to the side at him

Went for a silly little walk for my silly little health and came back to this 😂🥹

I’ve been surprised, too, how common it is for my friends to feel the need to justify or defend themselves, or to say how their other queer friends have told them they’re wrong or discouraged and invalidated them. I’ll never understand it. Tell me who you are, and I will believe you.